When things get a little wooly on the inside.
I wonder what became of them, when they grew up. As children, both of these girls were saddled with a lot of responsibility. And their circumstances were extremely similar. Even their outward appearance was uncanny, if not of doppelganger proportions. Yet, the outcomes. Oh, the outcomes. I mean, Mary had a little lamb. Bright, bright […]
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